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Let time lose the warmth of the heart
It's painful to live in this world
The beauty of rising fire can be picked by hand
I still look at you
While the star is swaying
The glass has recognized the fantasy of this life
The sky is hanging the most beautiful moon in this world
The future of the short flow of light will be cut
I hate this night
But the star is swaying
How many seconds can be followed by love
To share
All kinds of love
How many generations can be cut off
Still sing
All kinds of love
The beauty of not being able to escape
Answer no
How can you be confident
How can you have a promise
No
you
